Dtergent
Bluelight Crew
my mother, okay
my Mama. she looks at me and
says
"you're
not beautiful, honey"
like she was bursting
my bubble
cause he asked me out
and i was thinking
maybe he likes me.
i cried.
tears for me
not knowing whether it was true
or not,
thinking of those people
who have faces
"which only their mothers could love"
cause i didn't even have that.
i went to papa,
who doesn't say much
who always told me my dresses are too short.
and he said
"let's go for a ride."
i got in the car
and expected him to say,
"conceit hurts you"
but he turns the radio on
to fill the silences he thought would come-
the silences that were always between us-
and drives to the city.
papa started crying
like a bitch.
fullgrown man
reduced to the same tears i was feeling
rolling down my ugly cheek awhile ago.
and we drive along the dark empty road
the streetlights line the sidewalks.
"see the streetlights?"
i nod. "yes papa"
"close your eyes"
i draw my eyelids shut.
"see the streetlights?"
i shake my head in confusion. "no papa"
"but you do see them.
their faint orange glow.
you know there is something
fighting the darkness."
i nod. what is my papa
the man of little words
driving at?
"and your eyelids, honey
they are your mother.
trying to tell you
your beauty is not there"
i cried
and hugged papa.
[This message has been edited by Dtergent (edited 04 May 2000).]
my Mama. she looks at me and
says
"you're
not beautiful, honey"
like she was bursting
my bubble
cause he asked me out
and i was thinking
maybe he likes me.
i cried.
tears for me
not knowing whether it was true
or not,
thinking of those people
who have faces
"which only their mothers could love"
cause i didn't even have that.
i went to papa,
who doesn't say much
who always told me my dresses are too short.
and he said
"let's go for a ride."
i got in the car
and expected him to say,
"conceit hurts you"
but he turns the radio on
to fill the silences he thought would come-
the silences that were always between us-
and drives to the city.
papa started crying
like a bitch.
fullgrown man
reduced to the same tears i was feeling
rolling down my ugly cheek awhile ago.
and we drive along the dark empty road
the streetlights line the sidewalks.
"see the streetlights?"
i nod. "yes papa"
"close your eyes"
i draw my eyelids shut.
"see the streetlights?"
i shake my head in confusion. "no papa"
"but you do see them.
their faint orange glow.
you know there is something
fighting the darkness."
i nod. what is my papa
the man of little words
driving at?
"and your eyelids, honey
they are your mother.
trying to tell you
your beauty is not there"
i cried
and hugged papa.
[This message has been edited by Dtergent (edited 04 May 2000).]
